Annabelle's Daisys.

chapter 3

"Think she's wakin' up. Go get Noah." I heard Ponyboy say, as I opened my eyes. "Hey!" he smiled. He was sitting on the end of the bed. 

"Hey." I laughed. "My leg don't hurt. Can I go home? I don't like hospitals." I bit my bottom lip, and Pony shrugged. 

"Couldn't tell ya. Want me to go look 'round for the doctor?" He started to get up, but I grabbed his arm, and pulled him back down. I sat up and 

"No, don't. Stay. How many stitches?' 

"10, I think. Lost alot of blood." He cringed a little, remembering the mess, i guess. "I feel real bad, Annabelle. If I hadn't been there, it wouldn't've happened." 

I hit his shoulder. "Shut up talking like that. If you hadn't been there, they woulda done worse." I frowned. 

"Ouch," He laughed, and rubbed where I punched him. 

Noah walked in with Johnny, and came over to hug me."Belle! You're up! Doc says we can take you home once they get that thing off ya." He pointed to the machine making the dripping noise. 

A nurse walked in, and smiled. "Hey there, Annabelle. Hows your leg?" 

"Feels okay." I shrugged. 

"Alright, well, this is going to pinch abit. He walked over, and grabbed my arm. She pulled the tube out of my arm, and Pony took my hand when i winced. 

"Okay, boys. Out, so she can change." The nurse shooed Noah,Johnny, and a very reluctant Ponyboy out, and smiled when I got out of bed. "Now you make sure that brother of yours helps you dressed the bandages. And, you'll have to clean the stitches every couple of days, peroxide should do it. Okay, get dressed." She pointed to a tanktop (underneath was my bra and underwear), a pair of jeans, socks, and my tennis shoes; Then left. 

I put on my underwear, and my bra from under the robe, the threw the robe off. I pulled on my jeans, and shook itno the shirt. I sat down to put on my socks and tied my shoes; All the while, babying my bad leg. 

"You can come back in!" I called. 

"You ready?" Noah popped his head in.  

I nodded and walked over to the door. I pulled it open, and walked out with my brother, and my friends. 

A few days later I was told I wasn't allowed to walk alone. 

"Noah, I can walk anywhere I want. I do what I want, when I want, alright?" I said. 

"Says who?" he yelled from the kitchen, and came in to look at me. 

"Says me." I shrugged. 

"Yeah, whatever! You're 15 years old!" he crossed his arms. 

"And, you aren't my father!" 

"Yeah, well, I'm the closest thing you've got!" he roared. 

I got up and walked out with him yelling for me. 

I walked in no particular direction, just away.